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The Skulls Strike Back
The existing Onami members sat at their table in the Onami base,
ShadowPain sat at the head saddened by the lack of member who had been
showing up recently. She was going to tell those who didn’t know
that Aaron’s wife and co-founder of the Onami had left them with
Occam’s Razor. But the sadness of it all is that all those
present were there at the farewell, except one.
“Where’s Voltech?” asked Shadow Pain re-looking at
each seat to make sure she hadn’t missed shades-wearing
“Missing a meeting like this isn’t like him, plus
he’s the only person who comes to the base on a daily
basis,” said NyteHawk, he to looking around “I wonder where
Mike leaned back in his Dodge Viper feeling the rush of wind as he
pulled into 115 miles an hour, he had some thinking to do and if he
stayed still an Onami member or Skull might see him and he didn’t
want to be responsible for anything happening, especially in his
Thauma was gone; he accidentally killed another man and severely hurt
two other last night when he again attempted to think. Now one
would think he was most likely to hit a car at his speed but it never
happened, to start off with Mike had always been a good driver even
with his modified police engine reaching its peak of speed but if
anything did happen the car was programmed to take control to prevent
He worked to hard, that was it, if he wasn’t fighting he was
inventing and if he was inventing he was checking up on the tech
enhancement stores he owned. Maybe he needed a vacation, but then, he
reflected, he still wouldn’t be at rest he’d look for
danger where there was none, Mike was a man of thrills.
At that moment a loud explosion interrupted his thinking, followed by
the groaning of metal and breaking of windows, followed shortly by the
screeching of breaks and unmistakable sound of a collision or fifty.
Mike looked to his left; a large dust cloud worked its way with amazing
speed down the street to his left, covering everything with debris,
dust and ash.
Mike praised his good fortune; he’d been looking for something to
do. He slammed on the breaks and turned sharply; drifting so the cloud
was right behind him, then sped off with the dust in hot pursuit. Mike
leaned his head back and screamed with delight as his Viper was beating
the cloud by about 20 feet. Becoming self conscious he switched so the
roof of his car unfolded and covered the vehicle and rolled up his
Soon he would have to turn and he didn’t want to be 6 feet under
ash and other junk so he made and immediate decision, turning sharply
so that his was length-wise against to the cloud he backed into an
alley and with a trick bit of maneuvering fit himself in between two
buildings. The cloud was not tall enough to pass above the buildings
and his car was completely safe, so was he.
Changing into his hero uniform he retracted the roof and stepped out.
He was now Voltech tasking on the more the appearance of the ex-Skull
member he was and less of the hero he is: his zipped jacket with the
lightning bolts were the same as were his pants though the design was
now with slash marks, his boots were a heavier leather with large
buckled going across the face, on his shoulder were metallic skulls
with spines running down the side of his arms ending in glove wrapped
in chains, at his waste was a fanged-skull belt still with the
necessary pockets that carried his tech tools. And, of course he, he
wore his glasses
The dust had settled and Voltech took off over the building with all
the speed flight could give him till he arrived at the source: a
building, a very large skyscraper to be exact was smoking; a huge chunk
was blown out of the side and had collapsed, creating the cloud.
Voltech did a scan of the building: there were a large number of
hostiles and many civilians in danger, the only authorities present
were the ones in vehicles surrounding the building.
Voltech dove for the first group of hostiles who were swarming the
building going every which way. Voltech landed in there mist and
groaned inwardly: Skulls. The Skulls exchanged glances every branch was
here, Gravediggers to Death heads.
“Can’t we ever get rid of you!?” exclaimed a Bone Daddy who obviously knew Voltech.
“I was about to ask you the same thing! Now, I like to give everyone the choice, would u like to come quietly or-”
In answer the Bone Daddy attacked with a shrouded punch, Voltech
staggered backwards feeling the effect of the dark powers Skulls
possessed, it was a feeling he never got used to but he had learned to
resist, cheating death is what made a Skull what he was.
Voltech straightened, arms wrapped in white hot electricity, “let’s do this”
“Get him!” yelled the Bone Daddy and every Skull that heard
him attacked Voltech in one swarm. Basic fighting principal, when you
are rushed some of your enemies tend to be closer and faster then
others, the trick is to dispatch them as they came. And dispatch he did
every attacking Skull that came in melee range was met by a charged
fish, those to far came face to face with an electrical blast and those
he could were thrown off the side of the building by a clever use of
their own momentum.
The Bone Daddy seemed to realize his losing battle and retreated to a
group of Skulls who were struggling to move a case up a flight of
stairs. After the last Death head found himself in a very long fall
down the side of the building, he pursued this group.
In a single leap he landed on the case where the Skulls had just been
reaching the next floor, his weight along with whatever was in the case
was too much and the skulls let go. With a charged Haymaker Voltech
slammed the leading Bone Daddy’s head into his shoulders and
proceeded in blasting or punching the rest of the group to where they
couldn’t fight or ran off.
Curious, Skulls never ran from a fight, death was of no issue to them.
Voltech jumped off the case and opened it. A large black metal object
with a rapidly pulsing red light was in it, suddenly the light switched
to green. “Crap!” He said pushing the case with his
foot to an open window where it crashed through, but not in enough
time, the bomb exploded just as it was exiting the window sending a
concussion wave out the pushed Voltech along the hall way and out the
other window where he fell unconscious.
High atop the tilted sky scraper stood a dark figure with tribal
tattoos decorating his bare chest, his pants were tucked into boots
that were adorned with spikes and his gloves had spikes along his
knuckles, his right shoulder wrapped in chains, the emblem of a black
Skull was in the middle of his chest signifying his rank as Dark Master.
“Forgive me,” he said still looking out over the building,
another figure had moved from behind him to next to him, “I
doubted your plan it will not happen again.”
“As much as I doubt your bone club,
I felt this necessary for my will to play out” the figure stepped
forward, sunlight shone off the top of his helm which seemed to absorb
light instead of reflecting off it, his black armor was detailed with
red and the sign of archons adorned his chest and black cape.
The Dark Master turned slightly showing an overlapped VT scar on his chest, “and just what is your will?”
“Lets just say you’re not the only one who has business
with Voltech,” they were silent for a moment,
“NyteWatch,” the Rogue Isles Protector said, NyteWatch
turned again, “ask another impertinent question of me and I will
personally rip your tongue out.” NyteWatch nodded and turned his
gaze down the building once more.
Voltech eyes flickered opened, he was still falling. “Ow”
he commented. He corrected himself and flew straight up, passing the
blast area and coming to the passing the top of the building, a dark
blast slowly chased after him hitting in the back, Voltech arched his
back and free-fell head first.
“I got him!” crowed NyteWatch.
“Had it been that easy, Lucius would have finished him years ago” remarked the Protector.
What had directed Voltech’s attention was another explosion that
caused a small chunk of building to fall towards the gaping onlookers
down below. Free-falling he caught up to the piece and began wrapping
it in electricity, like a large net. He was flying up now, pulling with
all his might, but he wasn’t strong enough the piece would still
be able to kill a lot of people and he couldn’t stop it in
As he neared the place where he needed to set down a dark figure
appeared and with a spread of his hand caused all the civilians to feel
immense fear and run as far away from that location as they could.
Voltech set down the debris.
“Thanks Forbode, you’ve always been there for me” he pretended to wipe a tear from his eye.
“You’re not the only one who answered to the
explosion” said the ebony eight foot statue before him; he gave
Voltech his rare half smile.
“If you wouldn’t mind getting the other heroes to clear
this up, I’m gonna go confront the master mind behind this.”
“Of course not, you go do the exciting stuff while I clean up.”
Voltech gave him a wry smile.
Voltech launched straight up again reaching the top where the Dark
Master who fired at him and another figure that Voltech recognized
“RIP! Well isn’t this a coincidence, I would expect the
Skulls to be the last people you would associate with, new hobby?”
“The skulls have there uses” the Protector replied.
“OK, what are you up to?” asked Volt suspiciously, he and
R.I.P had met on several occasions and had developed a hate for each
other and each knew the others quirks and styles, but he was up to
something, Voltech knew it.
“NyteWatch, leave us” commanded R.I.P.
“But we agreed...”
“Do you want to keep your tongue?” he threatened. NyteWatch left.
Voltech unclipped his cape and shoulder pads and through them to the
side, RIP followed suit. They began to circle each other warily.
“So...what do you want?” asked Voltech.
“I want to offer you a job for Arachnos,” RIP replied,
Voltech attacked and RIP locked his arm and gave him a fiery punch to
Voltech’s midsection. Voltech jumped back to his position.
“And….?” He asked
“You will have unlimited resources and lab with anything you want.”
“That’s nice,” Voltech checked below him, the place
was deserted, “but here’s and idea,” he aimed a large
blast for a main electrical box , several resounding explosions echoed
below them as over surged circuits and electrical appliances big and
small exploded. “Go to hell!” Voltech told him.
The building collapsed on itself, Voltech grabbed the dismembered parts of his costume and flew away.
“Not clever Michael,” the protector said from his perch,
another building a good distance away from the collapsed tower,
“but you will be bent to my will.”
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